Five Minute Friday: When I look in the mirror I see…

I think by Friday often we only have about five minutes worth of writing left in us.

So, around here, we spend them wisely. On lots of words and layers of meaning that haven’t been edited. We just write. For five minutes flat. That’s how Five Minute Friday was born. Want to play? It’s fun. And it’s never too late to link up. Also? My friend Sara whipped up this super awesome button for the occasion! You can grab the code over there in the right side bar.

1. Write for only five minutes.
2. Link back here and invite others to play along.
3. Go salute the five minute artist who linked up before you.

I see my mother in my crooked smile that curves always higher up to the left than the right.

I see contentment hard won and joy that layers over the worry. I see the blue eyes I inherited from my Grandpa and the eyebrow quirk I got from my dad. I see tired and happy at the same time. I wonder what Jesus sees as he grows this life with me and we count the days down to meeting the baby girl that still surprises me.

I see life.

Both inside and out.

STOP

(That was five minutes flat and I added the links in afterwards.)

OK, show me what you got:

32 Comments

there is something about knowing that your smile curves higher on one side that makes me feel more like we’ve met in person now. i like knowing a quirk of yours i can put in my brain as i read your words and hear your voice in my mind and now see your smile in my head. the quirks of long distance friendship. :) all because you chose a topic and let your mind wander…

thegypsymama
on March 4, 2011 at 9:12 pm

I am always in awe of what your mind sees when it wanders, Sara. You teach me so much.

Hi Lisa-Jo,
Just want to tell you how much I enjoy your blogs and Five-Minute-Friday. I have linked up several times and love the prompts you are giving. Your post about the maternity tour was great–funny and insightful from my perspective as an L&D nurse.
Blessings on the birth of your precious baby girl!

thegypsymama
on March 4, 2011 at 12:24 pm

Thanks Carol! And I gotta say – L&D nurses are my HEROES! They have always been like ministering angels in my opinion. We actually sent them all flowers after my last (very difficult) delivery. You guys have no idea how much a compassionate nurse means to a mama in the throws of labor. Thank you THANK YOU!

And, oh, my…it was HARD for me. I read yours and I’m like, “How does she DO that so well and quickly?” Does it get easier with practice?

Maybe I made it harder because I did NOT go with my initial response; I knew that was waaaaay too deep and could not be contained in five minutes :).

Thanks for creating this fun little diversion, Lisa-Jo. In this case, I love seeing what YOU see when you look in a mirror, I hear such a pensiveness to your thoughts. And I can almost hear you speaking these words, which I doubly love.

Ohh, and I couldn’t upload the cell pic I have in my post so I added a funny little troll instead :). When I saw it as I was searching for SOMETHING to include, it made me grin cause goodness knows, some days that’s just how I feel!!

Sometimes by Friday I feel like more troll than anything else myself :) So fun to have you playing along Robin. And yes, I try to always write the first thing that comes into my head. And I still think that Gitz is the best at this because she manages to come up with so much and mine are always pretty short. But it’s fun. And liberating. And reminds me of teaching community college English. Those were great times. Happy Friday my friend!

I took the plunge and jumped right in this week. I tried to not think too hard and just write what came to the tip of my fingertips as I listened to my four Littles playing around me. Maybe next week I will write while they are resting and see if I can make a more cohesive piece! Thanks for hosting this fun little shin-dig!

Michele
on March 4, 2011 at 7:12 pm

…and see a face no longer young but not old yet, hair that’s seen gray more on than off over the years, and is currently falling out post partum. The mouth that’s developed chapping is busy being filled with coconut ice cream, a newly rediscovered treat now that I am no longer consuming regular ice cream by the pint due to son #2 following older brother’s footsteps in lactose intolerance. Or whatever it is called. Short eyelashes frame my Mom’s hazel eyes, and one eyebrow is up, because I’m looking at myself still in shock at my ability to put away so much frozen treat in so short a period of time, and relish it so much that I look forward to the chance of ice cream headache. I’m also still in shock that I’ve shed 30 pounds since the baby was born almost 6 months ago (it didn’t matter, i was so overweight it was a give-and-take during both pregnancies – I gained a couple and lost it the whole time, so that totally I gained 8 pounds, I think. Probably 30, but two or three pounds over and over and …) My skin is not creamy like my sons; like their eyelashes, I envy them that, too. That and their ability to sleep.

Well, if there’s a timer, then know that I nursed my baby boy back to sleep. Twice. : ) Fun!

I love the beauty that is the pregnant body for the very reason you so eloquently captured — life breathes on both the inside and the outside. Pregnancy leaves me in quiet amazement and wonder of a God who has given us such lovliness in physically sharing our bodies. The parallels of pregnancy to our walks in faith amaze me.